At the End of the Day
At the end of the day, I close my eyes and try to sleep. There's no escaping the harsh reality that I have a child in the other room who can't move a muscle and who relies on a machine to breathe for him 24/7. Because of his disease, time offers no hope for improvement - the status quo is as good as it gets.
The end of the day is tough my friends . . . always.
Fridays are particularly tough.
5 comments:
{big hugs} You are a wonderful mother, Ann.
I'm sorry you're having "one of those Friday's." :( I was just reading your hope quote at the top of your page. I pray this morning brings you renewed hope and strength...nights are tough but joy comes in the morning. Love, Rachel
(((HUGS))) Ann, you do a fantastic job. You are the most amazing woman I know. The nights are always the worst, but waking up to Jack's smiling face must make the morning a little brighter.
Praying for your renewed strength as well.
Hugs to you Ann. You are the best.
love,
Tess
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